Susan's eyes narrowed as she peered through the crack in the door, her gaze fixated on Lysander, whose normally stoic face was softened by a look of genuine concern.
And the object of his tenderness? The very woman Susan loathed to her core—Thalassa.
The sight twisted Susan's heart into a tight knot of rage and venom.
Damn that Thalassa, why didn't she just drop dead? With her frail, sickly act—whom was she trying to fool?
Was it all just to garner Lysander's pity?
Susan watched, her breaths coming in harsh, ragged pulls as Lysander cradled Thalassa in his arms, his eyes revealing a depth of emotion he'd never shown before.
She seethed with a hatred so fierce it made her chest heave. But she couldn't barge in now, not without facing Lysander's wrath. He'd surely turn on her if she laid a finger on Thalassa.
So, biting back her resentment, Susan stormed away.
It didn't matter. She had time on her side, and she'd make sure that Thalassa and Lysander's paths diverged permanently.
After all, Thalassa was starting to believe that Evelyn's death had Lysander's fingerprints all over it.
No one could forgive the person responsible for their mother's demise, especially Thalassa, whose bond with her mother was unbreakable.
Thalassa's world had crumbled with her mother's passing, and the last person she could stomach was the ones who drove her mom to death.
As pain clutched at Thalassa's heart, her vision swam and her legs buckled, almost sending her to the ground if not for Lysander's firm grasp.
His arms had held her many times before, their strength and tension once setting her pulse racing and her breaths short.
"You're lying!" Thalassa's hands trembled, tears streaming down as she stared at Lysander, breaths jagged with grief.
He hadn't hated her mother?
From the beginning, he resented her because of her mother's ties to Bruce. His disdain for Bruce extended to her mother.
And although he had cleared Sybil's death of any direct link to Evelyn, he still believed that her mother played a part in Sybil's demise like his grandpa. All signs pointed to his contempt for her mother.
Thalassa took a shaky breath and faced Lysander, her voice quivering with every word, "When we were in Eldoria, you saw my mother fall into the water. You can swim, yet you waited until she was nearly drowning before you rescued her! And the bedding in my room, just because she had sat on my bed once, you demanded they be changed!"
Not to mention that he'd gone so far as to manipulate the front desk staff into evicting her mother just to get her out!
If all these actions weren't proof enough of his disdain, what was?
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The readers' comments on the novel: The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)
Is this the end of the story...
Thanks for completing this beautiful story May you always prosper....
Waiting to hear how the grandfather behaves going forwards. Thanks for updating...
This story is splendid. Thanks so much....
I find Hertha extremely childish.poor Alaric one woman is childish the other one is domineering and a liar.poor guy.please get the Thalassa and Lysander story back...
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Oh thanks for this beautiful novel updates. At last the man's legs are healed....
Hertha needs to tell Alaric everything and quit giving a hard time ....
Hertha is being childish.thanks for the updates...